Unbroken (Fighter Erotic Romance #4) (11 page)

SHANE.
I lifted the dress above her waist and fought to get ahold of her panties, “Just hold the edge of the tailgate.”

“I can’t believe you’re going to fuck me in the garage – just like Ripp and that unicorn girl story he told us about,” Kace muttered.

I shook my head and chuckled, “Fine, let’s go in the house.”

“No, I
like
it,” she responded as she bent over and gripped the edge of the truck’s lowered tailgate.

It seemed as if Kace and I had no more than got our relationship going, and she was pregnant. The pregnancy had ups and downs sexually speaking, and then the baby was born. After the birth of the baby, there was an eight week wait until we could have sex again. Now we could have sex whenever we wanted, and Kace wanted it all day every day. The only thing preventing us from fucking like a couple of lab rabbits was the fact we had a child attached to one or the other of our hips almost twenty four hours a day.

Today, Ripp and Vee took Casey and Jessie to the park. Kace and I got into the truck to go to an afternoon movie, and never made it out of the garage. Making out in the truck evolved into a groping session. Groping turned into me licking and sucking on Kace’s boobs, and within a few minutes we were out of the truck and she was pinned against the wall, well under my sexual attack. Her love for doggie style sex and my problem solving skills caused me to drop the tailgate on the truck, bend her over, and get busy doing one thing we both have come to love.

Fucking.

I held her hip in one hand and unbuckled my belt with the other. I was as hard as the diamond in Kace’s engagement ring. Minimal sex creates maximum hardness when the time comes, and I was beyond ready for this.

My jeans fell to my ankles. Eagerly, I pushed my boxers down to mid-thigh and gripped my cock in my hand. Incapable of waiting for another second and staring down at Kace’s little round ass, I guided myself into her throbbing pussy.

“Oh god,” she moaned.

Immediately, I pushed myself inside of her until my balls were against her clit. I gripped her waist with each hand and looked down as I slid myself out of her obviously soaking wet pussy. As the shaft of my cock slowly became visible, she shuddered and turned her head to the side.

“Don’t toy with me Shane Dekkar. Fuck me. Just fuck me,” she breathed.

Just remember, you asked for it.

I gripped her waist firmly and shoved myself into her. As my cock bottomed out inside of her, she grunted and grabbed the pile of rope lying in the bed of the truck. Excited about pleasing her and teaching her a little lesson, I began to fuck her as if I were in some form of contest. As I pounded away, I released her right hip and reached under her waist with my hand. Using the heel of my palm, I pressed against her stomach a few inched below her belly button. As I thrust myself in and out I felt my cock against my palm.

“Oh my god. What the…” she groaned.

She turned her head to the side and faced me, “Fuck…”

“You better bite on that rope, Kace. Either that or you’re going to wake the neighbors,” I growled.

“What are you…”

“Doing?’ she gasped.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless,” I smiled.

Without speaking, she turned around and lowered her head onto the pile of rope in front of her. I pushed my hand against her stomach with more force and began to pound away. As her ass slapped against my hips, she grunted and arched her back; pressing herself against me firmly. The downward angle of my stroke combined with the arch of her back caused the tip of my cock to pound against the inner wall of her vaginal canal.

The ‘G” spot.

I continued to shove myself into her, knowing she wouldn’t outlast me.

“Shane…” she moaned as she turned to face me.

I looked down and watched as my cock slammed in and out of her pussy. With her still peering over her left shoulder, I reached up with my left hand and grabbed a handful of her hair. As I gathered it with my fingers, she tossed her head back in anticipation.

“Oh fuck yes,” she sighed as I pulled her hair sharply.

With her hair in one hand, and my other continuing to press against her stomach, I pushed myself into her repeatedly, feeling the tip of my cock against the palm of my hand with each stroke. As I felt her pussy begin to contract, I maintained my pace. I wanted her to cum and cum hard. As she began to reach climax, she turned and buried her face into the pile of rope.

“Oh…my…”

“God…” she moaned.

“You want me to
fuck
you, huh?” I asked.

“Uh…huh…” she groaned.

“You sure?” I teased as I slowly pulled my cock from her pussy completely.

I looked down at the glistening shaft of my cock, holding the head just beyond the lips of her pussy.

Silence.

Her hair still firm in my hand, she turned her head slightly left and stared at me with crazed eyes.

“Fuck me Shane,” she sighed.

“You sure?” I asked again.

“Uh…huh,’ she responded.

“Sure?”

She arched her back and pressed her swollen pussy against the tip of my cock, causing it to penetrate her slightly. As I felt her pussy encompass the head, I pushed myself into her until my hips were firm against her butt.

She grunted into the pile of rope. I began to pound myself in and out of her soaking wet pussy without so much as an ounce of mercy. Within thirty seconds, she began to climax again. As she began to moan, I teased her.

“
Fuck
you, huh?” I shouted.

“Uh…”

“Huh…” she breathed.

I thrust myself in and out of her violently, looking down and watching every stroke of my cock. Her pussy continued to contract as she reached a few successive orgasms. She pulled her ass away from me and pressed her hips into the tailgate of the truck, almost causing my cock to fall from inside her pussy.

“You done?” I chuckled as I released her hair.

She turned to face me, shook her head, and tried to catch her breath. In between her short choppy breaths, she attempted to speak her mind.

“No.”

“No, I’m not even…”

“Close.”

She took a short moment and caught her breath completely. As her labored breathing came to be close to normal, she raised her head and smiled.

Still bent over the truck with her ass in the air and her dress over her waist, she grinned, “I told you to fuck me, Shane. Stop
dicking around
, as you always say. I don’t want to be able to sit on this little pussy for a long time without remembering this. Not at least for a day or two. Now, get busy fucking me or pull those pants up and go to the gym.”

As Kace watched, I stepped back and pulled my boots from my feet. After kicking off my jeans, I slid my boxer shorts down my thighs and kicked them into the back of the truck beside her. As I bent down to remove my socks, she objected.

“Leave the socks on, boss,” she smiled.

“Excuse me?” I asked, still bent over with the sock gripped in my fingers.

“Fuck me in the socks. It’s hot,” she whispered.

I stood and gripped her waist in my hands, lifting her from where she stood. Slowly and carefully, I turned her over on her back in the bed of the truckm her head resting on the pil eof rope.

“This is cold on my back,” she complained.

“
Fuck me Shane
,” I taunted.

“Seriously, on my back in this work truck?” she whined.

I reached for a portion of the rope, “
Fuck me Shane
.”

“Oh my god. Are you going to tie me up?” she asked excitedly.

“
I want my pussy sore for a week. Fuck me Shane. Fuck me or hit the gym
,” I chuckled as I untangled the rope.

I bent down, removed my knife from the pocket of my jeans, and cut two short lengths of rope as Kace eagerly watched. As I leaned into the truck she began to breathe heavily. I reached for her right wrist, wrapped the rope around it, and tied it to the tie-down hook on the side of the bed. After doing the same with her left hand, I stood back and admired my handiwork and my beautiful wife. My beautiful tied up wife. The more I looked at Kace tied up in the bed of the truck, the more excited I became. As I stood and stared, she began to twist back and forth and kick her legs lightly.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Look at my pussy,” she responded.

“What?” I asked as I raised my knee to the edge of the tailgate.

“My pussy, it’s soaked,” she sighed.

As I pulled myself into the truck, I laughed, “It better be.”

As I lifted her dress to above her waist, she wiggled and twisted her body from side to side. Using each hand, I grasped her lower calves and spread her legs to the side as I lowered my face between her thighs. As I slid my hands up the length of her smooth legs, she began to moan.

“Shane…”

“Shhh,” I whispered.

As I began to suck on her clit lightly, she twisted and bucked her hips against my face. After a few moments of teasing, I started to lick her pussy with a mentally timed rhythm. Each stroke of my tongue like the last, I raised one finger and began to finger her as I continued to lick her. After a few more minutes, she moaned with pleasure and her breath became short.

I continued the pace as she moaned in pleasure, reaching orgasm from my tongue and finger.

Quietly, I pulled my head from her legs and raised myself to standing on both knees. As I inched closer to her waist, I reached for her shoulders and pressed my hips between her thighs. With one hand, I guided myself into her now dripping pussy.

“Now, Kace. Now I’m going to
fuck
you,” I said as I shoved myself into her completely.

She tugged with each hand against the rope. I had left a little slack in the rope, but her wrists were secured well. She couldn’t get away if she felt the need to. As she pulled with each wrist alternately, I chuckled.

“You aren’t going to get away, little girl. I’m going to fuck you until I’m done,” I assured her.

“Oh God. Do it,” she breathed.

As I began to fuck her without mercy, her ass scooted across the bed of the truck until her head was against the inside of the bed. As her head came in contact with the bed, I reached down and grasped her throat and squeezed lightly. As my grip tightened she smiled and closed her eyes. Carefully, I increased the strength of my grip as I continued to slide my swollen cock in and out of her wetness.

Within a few minutes, her pussy began to contract.

“Slap me,” she said as she opened her eyes.

“Kace?” I asked, unsure of what she wanted me to do.

“Fucking slap me, Shane. Slap me,” she shouted.

In my wildest dreams, I would never guess I would reach a point where I would be comfortable slapping a woman.
Ever.
Without a doubt, I was fucking her as a much different person that I had been in the past. Maybe I
had
changed. It took one more request for me to know for certain.

“Slap me!” she bellowed.

She hadn’t actually finished speaking when my hand released her neck and slapped her cheek mildly.

“Oh my fucking God,” she screamed.

“Slap me again, fuck yes. Do it,” she growled as she closed her eyes.

Slap!
My hand glanced across her right cheek sharply.

“Oh my god, Shane. Yes. I’m going to…”

Her pussy began to contract, and she opened and closed her eyes repeatedly. As she continued to cum, my cock began to swell in her tightening pussy.

“Oh fuck yes, baby,” I groaned.

“Fuck yes. I’m going to…”

“Cum…”

I came with enough force it felt as if my head was going to explode. I collapsed into a pile on Kace’s chest, exhausted from a climax like no other. My cock stilll inside of her, I lay there and whispered.

“You okay, babe?” I asked.

“Oh hell yes. I’m perfect, baby. I love you,” she responded.

“You uhhm…” I began.

“Shane, it’s okay if that’s what you’re asking. I want sex like that. Always. Okay?” she assured me.

“Okay.” I responded.

As we remained nestled there in the back of the truck regaining our composure, I considered getting the knife and cutting her free. After a moment, I kissed her lightly and rolled to the side.

“I’m going to get the knife and just cut the ropes. You pulling on them actually tightened them,” I said.

“Okay,” she smiled as she pulled against them again jokingly.

I jumped out of the truck wearing nothing but my socks and grabbed my knife from the pile of clothes on the garage floor.

And the garage door began to open.

“What the fuck?” I screamed.

“Shane!” Kace screamed.